Don Fer. Ring and purse! really, sir, I don't understand you.
Don Scipio. Well, well, no matter—A mercenary fellow!
[Aside.
Don Fer. The old gentleman has been robbed, and is willing that I should reimburse his losses.
[Aside.
Don Scipio. It grows lighter: I think I can distinguish the path I lost—follow me, my hero, and [As going, suddenly turns, and looks steadfastly at Don Fernando.] Zounds, signor, I hope you are not in a passion, but I think you look six feet high again.
Don Fer. A strange, mad old fellow this!
[Aside.
Don Scipio. These rascals may rally, so come along to my castle, and my daughter Victoria shall welcome the preserver of her father.